How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 48 A Blood-Red Feast

The flames inside the passage gradually stopped burning as the water film covered them.

The crowd finally recovered from the sudden attack and the raging fire, leaving only the panting and groaning of the wounded.

Kane looked around at the chaotic battlefield, his brow furrowed.

Aside from Alphard suffering only minor injuries and burns thanks to his strength and Kane's timely assistance.

Of this elite team of ten professionals, only three remain capable of fighting.

The remaining seven were all killed in action, resulting in heavy casualties.

The culprit behind all this, the necromancer named Flynn, used only three spells throughout the entire ordeal.

"If I had given up on rescuing these soldiers, I might have been able to use my immortality to force my way through the fire and try to leave him behind..."

Kane quickly reviewed the battle in his mind.

His vigilance and attention towards this spellcaster had reached an extremely high level.

The opponent's scheming, utilization of the environment, and grasp of timing were all remarkably shrewd.

……

Outside the battlefield, at the entrance to the Night Owl Society's passage.

The light returned to its fullness, but the atmosphere was unusually heavy.

The ground was covered with corpses.

Most of them were goblins with dark green skin, and there was also the corpse of a bear goblin whose armor had been blackened by smoke.

In addition, there were the remains of seven scout soldiers, laid side by side and covered with white cloth.

Various horrific wounds were faintly visible beneath the white cloth:

The wounds from goblin daggers, the burns from flames, and the fatal injuries from blunt weapons.

Captain Alvin knelt on the ground, his armor stained with blood and soot.

He walked to each of the fallen soldiers, gently and solemnly closing their eyes that could not be closed in peace.

When he reached the last body, he paused for an unusually long time.

He carefully lifted the dead man's cold, stiff hand.

Gently place it on your forehead, as if performing some kind of silent farewell ritual.

He gazed at the young, pale face beneath the white sheet, slowly closed his eyes, and his body trembled slightly.

Kane stood aside, quietly watching all of this without making a sound to disturb them.

He had just received a heartfelt message of support from Sienna and others.

A doctor wearing a bird-beak mask and reeking of herbs.

The "arrow wound" on his leg has been cleaned and bandaged, and an antidote to prevent infection has been applied.

Reed walked up to Kane and lowered his voice:

"That soldier... is Alvin's second son."

"His eldest son died a few years ago during a pioneering expedition in the Dark Forest."

Upon hearing this, Kane's gaze returned to the kneeling figure, and he was slightly moved.

During the previous march and battle, Alvin did not give this soldier any special treatment and treated him the same as everyone else.

But at this moment... Kane could only remain silent.

At this moment, Alvin staggered to his feet.

He pushed aside the bird-beaked doctor who came forward to examine his injuries and walked straight up to Kane.

His face was a mixture of sadness, exhaustion, and a resolute will.

Reed was about to frown and speak, worried that Alvin might take his grief out on him.

But then Alvin suddenly raised his right hand and slammed it hard into his left chest.

With a muffled thud, he bowed deeply to Kane and gave him a very solemn military salute:

"Lord Kane,"

His voice was hoarse yet exceptionally clear, carrying an undeniable respect.

"I, Alvin, owe you a favor."

"If you have any needs, as long as they don't violate the law or honor, just say the word!"

The word "Your Excellency" caused Reed and the rest of the Night's Watch squad to pause in surprise.

This honorific title is usually reserved for people of high status or those who are extremely respected.

Alben was a second-tier professional and a company commander in the army, a position of considerable importance.

Kane looked into Alvin's bloodshot but unusually serious eyes and slowly shook his head.

Just as a hint of disappointment flashed in Alvin's eyes, and he thought Kane was unwilling to accept it, Kane finally spoke in a deep voice.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly:

"If I absolutely have to say what I need... then it's to avenge them."

Alvin's body jolted violently.

The disappointment in his eyes was instantly replaced by a raging fire of anger and determination.

"yes!"

……

In the Seventh District, a light, cold rain began to fall from the sky.

The necromancer Flynn, dressed in a faded, ordinary linen shirt, mingled among the pedestrians on the muddy, dilapidated street.

He even had a gentle, slightly reserved smile on his face, looking no different from the ordinary people struggling to make a living in the slums.

As he walked, he brushed past someone walking towards him.

The other party seemed to be deliberately provoking us, and a tremendous force suddenly came.

Flynn stumbled and nearly fell into a muddy puddle nearby.

The person who knocked him down was a burly man.

The man stopped, looking down at Flynn with disdain, and arrogantly cursed:

"Are you blind? Kid, watch where you're going!"

Flynn looked up, his smile still on his face.

"snort."

Seeing how compliant he was, the man felt bored.

He spat on the ground and left, cursing.

Flynn watched the man's departing figure, smiled and gently shook his head, as if regretting something.

Soon, several faint, inhuman claw marks appeared out of thin air on the muddy ground where the man had just walked, quickly extending towards him.

Immediately afterwards, a short and piercing scream came from around the corner of the street.

Then came the horrific sounds of wild beasts tearing flesh and bones apart, but these sounds quickly faded into the sound of rain.

Flynn, however, paid no attention to the commotion behind him, as if nothing had happened.

He calmly stood up, brushed the mud off his clothes, and continued walking forward.

The direction is deeper and more chaotic areas of the Seventh District.

This place is almost an endless garbage dump, with all kinds of waste piled up like mountains.

Washed by the rain, it emitted an even more pungent, fishy, ​​and putrid odor.

Like the Seventh District itself, it is filled with decadence and despair.

Flynn walked to a relatively open area in the center of the landfill and stopped.

With his arrival.

Behind the surrounding piles of garbage and among the dilapidated shacks, dozens of silent figures gradually rose up.

Their clothes varied, but the fierce glint in their eyes and the calluses on their hands from years of holding weapons indicated that they were no ordinary poor people.

Flynn surveyed the gradually gathering figures, his smile growing increasingly manic and fervent.

He raised his voice, raindrops streaming down his forehead:

"Those high and mighty figures in this war-torn city treat us like trash they can discard at any time!"

"Our brothers, family, friends... their bodies are hanging on cold wooden frames right now."

"Let those lowly commoners throw stones and mock us at will!"

He suddenly spread his arms wide, looked up at the gray sky, and his voice suddenly became sharp and high-pitched.

"Since they won't tolerate us here, and since they're determined to wipe us out!"

"Then we will declare our existence with blood and fire!"

"Let fear and slaughter be the clarion call of our vengeance! Let us offer a grand, bloody feast for our fallen loved ones!"

The cold rain continued to fall, and the sky grew increasingly gloomy and dark.

In the eyes of all the hidden professionals present, the last trace of hesitation and fear had vanished.

Instead, a unified and ferocious madness of killing intent prevailed.

……

Kane was completely unaware of the storm brewing in the Seventh District.

When he returned to the Night's Watch encampment with Reed and the others.

An old dwarf with white hair and beard, still robust in build, wearing a leather apron, was already waiting at the door with his arms crossed.

The old dwarf's face showed obvious impatience.

Upon seeing Kane, he let out a cold snort.

"Hmph, you're finally back."

As he spoke, he rudely shoved a rectangular wooden box into Kane's hands.

Kane opened the box; it was lined with soft velvet.

Lying quietly on it were the two triangular daggers he had previously commissioned to be forged.

The sashimi exhibits the cool gray luster unique to high-quality steel, with three sharp, straight ridges that gleam with a chilling light at their tips.

It is clearly a meticulously crafted killing weapon.

Kane examined it carefully, a look of satisfaction in his eyes, and respectfully thanked the old dwarf.

"Thank you, Master."

"Um."

The old dwarf nodded arrogantly, seemingly unconcerned about his gratitude.

But a hint of approval for those who knew their stuff still flashed in his eyes.

He turned and left, leaving behind only a gruff remark:

"If you encounter any problems using it later, or if you want to get anything else done, come back to me."

At this point, Sienna and the others curiously gathered around.

They saw the triangular spikes in the wooden box, though they confirmed they were not enchanted weapons.

But the unique triangular design, the chilling aura, and the exquisite craftsmanship still surprised and intrigued everyone.

Kane didn't explain further, he simply closed the lid.

He followed the others back into the camp and sat down at the familiar wooden table.

"What exactly happened in the underground passage? Alvin and the others...?"

Reed spoke first, voicing the question that had been on everyone's mind.

Kane nodded and recounted the rest of the story in detail.

How Alvin's squad was ambushed, how Flynn outmaneuvered them with a combination of extinguishing spells, incendiary traps, and fire arrows...

The devastating casualties, the appearance of the goblin bear, his use of cloud and water magic to extinguish the fire, and Flynn's eventual retreat.

After listening to Kane's account, the team fell into a brief silence.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat heavy.

According to Kane's description, Flynn displayed not only necromancy, but also a cunning and treacherous tactical mind.

Even if it had been their Night Watch squad that went in, they probably wouldn't have gotten away with it, and might have even suffered more casualties.

"Necromancer, Flynn..."

Reed tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his expression grave as he pondered for a moment.

"Based on your description, the depths of that passage must lead to another exit or a secret base."

"Otherwise, the origin of so many goblins and that armed bear goblin cannot be explained."

He paused, then continued his analysis:

"This guy is an extremely cunning spellcaster who is adept at using the environment and psychology."

"If his spell level were a bit higher, he might really qualify as a troublesome character like a war mage."

Changing the subject, he added:

"However, he went too far this time and completely enraged the city guards."

"Next, he will inevitably face a full-scale manhunt and annihilation by the military and the Night's Watch."

Sienna nodded and added:

"He should be well aware of this, and will most likely try to escape the city as soon as possible."

"But with such a big incident, all the city gates will definitely be under martial law, and the checks will be stricter than ever before."

Reed shook his head and said with certainty:

"If nothing unexpected happens, the task of hunting down Flynn will most likely fall to us Night's Watch again."

"After all, the Night Owl Society was originally within our scope of duty."

The group discussed the various possibilities for a while.

Ultimately, Reed announced a temporary disbandment, telling everyone to remain vigilant and on standby at any time.

Kane declined Sienna's suggestion to go to a pub for a drink to relieve stress.

He left the Night's Watch encampment alone and took a public carriage back to his residence in the Fifth District.

At the door, I nodded to the male neighbor.

He used his key to open his own front door.

He stopped abruptly as soon as he stepped into the room.

Almost instinctively, his hand was already on the hilt of the curved sword at his waist.

Then he spoke in an icy tone:

"Aren't you coming out? Or do you want me to invite you?"

Whoosh!

Before he could finish speaking, a dark figure silently swooped down from above the porch.

A poisoned dagger, carrying a sharp chill, pierced straight into his back!